Faith was in a huge bed when she woke up. An' she had her favorite frog pajamas on and her bestest friend Renee had slept over. An' her apartment walls were all crazy-fun polka dot colors. Wicked!

This meant today was gonna be awesome and she had to celebrate by jumpin' on the bed. And hopin' she didn't land on Renee.

(for the BFF!)

Nothing to make a girl feel domesticated like staying in on a Saturday night and doing laundry. What was next, knitting? Cooking? Getting a bunch of cats?

Faith slid her key into the door, balancing the basket on her hip. This town better not declaw her, dammit. If she started prancing around like Holly Homemaker, someone better slap her.

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Faith was seriously starting to like the perks of her job. Last week, after her shift bartending, she'd dragged home a guy who could dish out as much damage as she could, and they'd destroyed some of her furniture in a rather cheerful way. And this week? There was a severely hot badass chick in her bed, and there'd been drinking and groping and all ( Read more... )

This color-changing apartment shit was fascinating. A couple days ago, Faith had slept in and spent the day in her pajamas watching trashy TV, and everything had been a kinda light blue color. Not bad. But she really liked the deep red best, which made sense, 'cause it seemed to show up whenever she felt great. Maybe it was some kinda feedback loop ( Read more... )

So, this was her apartment. Not bad. It hadn't taken long to move her shit from the hotel - not like she had a lot, really - and she kinda liked living in the basement. Sub-basement. Whatever it was called.

She'd been in this town a week and she'd already gotten a job, found an apartment (and rented it from Xander, who wasn't her Xander, not that ( Read more... )